The Truckie

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Truckers are found on highways, in truck stops, in service bays, on loading docks, on bush roads and fuel stops, and often they are the first at the scene of an accident.
Their wives help them. Little boys follow them. Relatives don't understand them. Meals must wait for them.
A trucker is a paradox. He is a bluejeanded executive with his office in the cab. He is a scientist who hauls dangerous chemicals and explosives, a purchasing agent in a baseball cap, a personnel director with grease under his fingernails, a poor eater with a fondness for burgers and fries, a student of geography and a weather watcher who reads the clouds for rain and snow.
He likes sunshine, children, smooth pavement, good traction, clean loads, dinner at home, weekends with his family, his shirt collar unbuttoned and country music. And there is a special place in his heart for his rig.
He's not too fond of city traffic, tourists who are rotten drivers, fuel prices, dispatchers, snarly receivers, kids in high-powered cars or drunk drivers.
He is your friend and your customer. He is your source of food, building products, clothing, petroleum, natural resources-infact, nearly everything in your life arrives in his truck.
And when he comes home late at night after a long and tiring trip, the energy sapped from his hopes and dreams, he can be lifted up once more by those magic words - "daddy's home!"
God bless, to all trucker's and their family....Live life out loud....